A Little Life Novels & Stories

If it was a competition, he didn’t stand a chance. “Oh,” Sabrina said softly, her voice tinged with realization over something Denzel said. She covered the phone’s receiver and turned to me on the bed. “What was the film about?” she asked, a hint of panic in her voice. “I don’t know,” I said lazily, still sprawled on the bed. It was a horror story with a romance subplot. I didn’t tell Sabrina that. Sabrina looked away, a little panicky. “I’m sorry, Denzel,” Sabrina said into the phone after uncovering it. “I honestly wasn’t watching. My life’s been a mess.”

Complete blackout. “Backup generator online,” Nadine called. But the room didn’t light up. Instead… one light flickered on. A soft glow in the center of the room. A figure stood there. Not walking. Not materializing. Just... there. The Phantom. The Echo. Ophelia clenched her fists. “You don’t get to haunt this place,” she said coldly. He tilted his head. And finally, he spoke. “I’m not haunting. I’m reminding.” “Reminding who?”

This is the story of a young man with a secret talent who plays good samaritan and finds himself at the center of a battle bigger than himself... but he won't be alone! At least that's part of the gist for now.😅 Now let's see how it goes… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The ghosts in my house wouldn't be so bad if they could just stop trying to cook" which will not appear in this form because it's allowed to work around them and so I did.

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

But in Phil's mind, he was already saying, [Soon, I'll make sure you and Mike are both dead. My heart sank. In my last life, Mike's death had come out of nowhere. So it was him all along. And this time, he wanted both Mike and me gone. I fought to keep my expression steady as I looked at Tilda. "Alright. You can start tomorrow." I said that on purpose, just to see what she was plotting. The very next moment, her thoughts spilled out. [What an idiot. Just wait. I'll get rid of all of you, then I'll live the good life on my own.]

The midwife I had secretly brought in barely glanced at my newborn before her medical tools scattered with a crash across the floor. Her eyes rolled back, and she slumped to the ground, out cold. An eerie silence filled the room, broken only by the soft, wet sounds of the three little ones on the bed, whimpering in my ears. "Ow... Ow..." Their cries were faint but hit me like a sledgehammer. Puppies? That could not be right. How utterly bizarre!

"I don't think you can understand because your life is so perfect; your family is perfect." "I imagined that it was all a front. That there's no way you guys were so close, but now that I know that it's real, I feel even more alone." The sadness in her eyes made me leave my chair, and by the time the first tear fell, I was pulling her onto my lap, covers and all.

"Traffic near the campus was brutal because of the graduation rehearsals. Besides, I brought gifts." "Gifts? Maverick, I'm trying to empty the apartment, not add more things to it," I said, though I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. "Relax, it's not heavy," he said, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie which he had dropped onto a chair. He pulled out a small, rectangular object wrapped in simple brown paper and handed it to me. I took it from him, tearing the paper open carefully. It was a book. Specifically, a highly technical manual on advanced software architecture and data structures. There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter.

Above my head, the phone chirped and sang, "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring." Mom pulled out the ice tray, took the bag of minced meat, and spread it on the floor to inspect it. I was about to burst into tears. "Beatrice, are you an idiot? You actually froze your phone in the refrigerator. It's no wonder you didn't answer when I called. What exactly is inside your head?

[It's twenty degrees below zero in Northreach. The male lead was afraid the heroine would be cold, so he took off his coat and put it around her. So sweet!] [Holy crap, this is the original novel's love-confession scene for the male lead and heroine!] [Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!] The camera in my hand suddenly fell to the ground. "Ms. Linton? Are you okay?" Lucas walked over. "I'm... I'm fine." I crouched to pick up the camera, but my fingers shook so badly I had to try twice before I could hold it.